Bonds

Chapter 25

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-Alex’s POY-

A guttural curse echoed through the speakers, followed by the sickening thud of something heavy hitting the wall. I almost laughed, leaning back in my chair as I watched the live feed from one of the hidden cameras Christian had planted in Daniel Stone’s office.

Daniel himsell was a whirlwind of barely contained fury. His face, usually a mask of practiced composure, was contorted with rage, Veins bulged in his neck, and his perfectly styled hair was coming undone, strands sticking to his forehead like sweat dampened flags of surrender. The multi-million dollar mahogany desk that served as the centerpiece of his office looked like it had been ravaged by a toddler having a tantrum. Papers were scattered everywhere, some crumpled into unrecognizable balls, others fluttering to the floor. An expensive glass pen, the kind I would never stoop to using, lay

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shattered on the white marble floor.

A twisted part of me enjoyed the spectacle a little more than I cared to admit. It was a petty pleasure, a childish delight in seeing the man who had being a thorn to my family brought so low. Even before I discovered Amaya was my mate, he had hated my father, my pack, something that transcended to me and I never know why. Somehow, he always came up on top.

But that was then, and this was now. Christian, with his ruthless efficiency and disturbing lack of moral compass, had turned the tables. He’d exposed Daniel’s dirty dealings, leaked damaging information to the press, and launched a hostile takeover of Stone Industries, all with surgical precision. The company was hemorrhaging money, its stock price plummeting faster than a stone dropped down a well. Daniel’s carefully constructed empire was crumbling around him, and the look on his face was priceless.

And this was just the beginning.

“Fix it!” he roared, his voice strained with impotent fury. “I don’t care how you do it, just fix it!” He spun around, his gaze landing on the two cowering figures huddled in the corner of the office. They were both senior executives, men who usually carried themselves with an air of self-importance. Now, they looked like frightened rabbits caught in the headlights.

“We’re… we’re working on it, Mr. Stone,” one of them stammered, “But the market is in freefall, and there’s only so much we can do.”

Daniel threw his hands up in the air, a gesture of utter exasperation. There’s always something you can do!” he bellowed. “That’s what I pay you for! Think, d am n it, think! Come up with a plan, any plan!”

bad for doing this to her father. He might be an e b ut he was

was hard to say. The man had caused me so much pain, and yet, watching him crumble filled me with a sense of emptiness rather than joy. Perhaps it was the knowledge that revenge, however sweet it tasted in the moment,

numbers were scrolling by at an alarming rate, each red digit a testament to Daniel’s crumbling empire. A small, almost inaudible voice in the back of my head pointed out that this destruction had come at a cost. The collateral damage – the

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address after I ended the call. I

about but in that

ping from my phone. It was a text.

growl rumbled deep within me. Just

e with irritation.

I didn’t even know what I

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meant some convoluted scheme designed to irritate me further, to

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chaos, and 1 couldn’t stay put. With a sigh of resignation, I grabbed

for the door.

in a forgotten corner of the city, the bar reeked of cheap beer and stale cigarettes. The neon sign outside flickered erratically,

air was thick with smoke and the low hum of drunken conversation. Dimly lit corners offered dubious privacy, and the only light

wasn’t a sound of aggression, but of recognition. My gaze snapped towards the source of the growl, cutting through the haze of smoke and dim

was clenched tight spoke volumes. Miranda was standing right in front of her. Her face was illuminated by the flickering flame of a lighter as she leaned across the table. Even from this distance, I could see the malicious glint in her eyes as she spoke, her voice

a fist. I could almost feel the tension radiating off her, the barely controlled fury simmering beneath the surface. Another growl erupted from within me, this time

a hush falling over the room for a brief moment before

flicker of something else I couldn’t quite decipher. But it was the fury simmering beneath the